Wordle – The Goofy Photograph – January 20, 2015

As I sit … polishing my dark bark bowl,
Dyed in deep magenta saturated
In sweet mellow honey-dew …
I reflect thinking of that photograph.

My sensibility is offended, but
My stance should be based on wisdom, since,
The penalty for blinking at the wrong time is
The camera caught my face in goofy mode.

Although once laundered and processed,
Adding texture, shadows and maybe frills,
My friend might win a prize one day ….
A valuable addition to his work.

The wordle contains 12 words those words are:

Polish, Bark, Laundry,  Magenta, Saturate, Camera, Blink, Valuable, Stance,
Penalty, Sensibility, Texture

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A Nonsense Story – August

Superman

Obelix , Superman and Hänsel&Gretel
Met a dragon with a wheelbarrow
Whilst collecting some young icicles
For  the lovely Ice Queen’s party
In her summer palace …

A dragon was going their way,
So he offered to help them …
He let them use his wheelbarrow
To carry the icicles,
So they wouldn’t melt away …

They then met a black cat
Who was strolling along
With a yellow toothed dog,
Who joined the fine group
Instead of going home …

A greek God and Goddess
Drove by in a blue car …
Instead of a radio …
A saxophonist played the blues
Accompanied by a chicken violinist.

They all gathered together
Before the bright palace
Each baring some gift …
For the Ice Queen’s name day feast
In her summer palace.

A raven announced them one by one
As they came up to her throne.
Then they went to the buffet
And had some strong wine
Served in cups, with bright yellow flowers.

The Ice Queen’s young lover …
Flirted openly with young Gretel
As the party roared on
He became quite drunk …
And soon ran amok.

The chicken violinist
Played Mozart and Bach …
The saxophonist played
Laid-back rhytmic jazz,
To the delight of them all.

It was right about midnight,
When a pretty young maiden …
Started running around
Shouting she had to be off,
Chased by a princess in a bright blue gown.

The guests went away happy and bright
For they’d never had such a wonderful night.

Rum Tum Tugger – Speakeasy #156

Rum Tum Hunter – Nonsense Poem

Rum Tum Tugger
of Eliot fame
went out a hunting
of a fine day
he’d indulged
in some very fine weeds,
tasty and crunchy
and
of rare quality …
He thought he’d hunt hares
as they came out of their lares
but then he stopped short
by a sight that he saw!

Two young hares,
rump to rump like duelling pistols,
crouched by the gate.
“Hey wait!”
said the cat
“now what is that?
Those hares are a duelling
crouched by a gate!”
His fur it did ruffle
then he left with a scuffle
the sight so uncanny
he decided
never
to go hunting again.

Oskar Wild – April 8, 2014

Nikita Veprikov

Oskar Wild – Nonsense Poem

Oskar Wild
was his name
though wild
he was not
should have been Homer
as in Simpson
for he was
so lazy and
a lover of food.
When I think
of his tastes,
an ascetic
he was not.
He laid like a pasha
on his pillow and yawned
when he came from his wanderings
sometime around dawn…

I once saw a painting
of a kitty like him …
it sat on a pillow
as
contemplating
the ravages
of Dorian Grey …
he looked quite the Rimbaud
in a room hung with grapes
with fishy wall paper
and a flute in his face
he wore a red scarf,
he was quite a dandy
and a key hung from a tripod
on a broken golden chain …

I know not the meaning
of that painting my friends
and the cat was quite furless
as naked as sin,
Oskar was fluffy
though in all else he resembled
the cat
in the portrait
I saw somewhere one day,
and so,  thought of him.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge – second try.

From a Wordle – Aerial Creature – Nonsense Poem

With an anomalous straw
In an effluvium suspension
I created a voodoo creature,
That I placed in my attic.
Wrapped up in a blanket,
I placed it inside,
A silk-lined bassinet.
I could not recant
That the aerial creature
Which spawned from the straw
Wasn’t mine…
But
I cut it with some shears
Then sutured it and sang
Until with a whisper
I said the thing’s done!
But what it was,
I hadn’t a clue.

a wordle

Rules

1. Use at least 10 of the words

2. The words can appear in an alternate form for example Recant could appear as Recanter, Recantation, Recanted etc.

3. Use the words in any order that you like

Prompt found on Mindlovemisery Menagerie

Trifecta: Week 111

Nonsense Poem

Manipulate

Manipulate the images that we see
upon this uncommon frail and frothy sea…
So’s we’ll see the waves go down calm
during story nights ‘til the tawny dawn…
Watch white frilly boats come into port
and observe silly old gulls as they cavort
Then we’ll play and gyrate in the waves
as we listen to the public’s sweeping raves!

Manipulate the cards that we hold
so’s then we‘ll do just as we’re told
Pretending to see an ace and a deuce
we’ll go and drink our red cranberry juice
Watching the silly show upon the telly
we’ll snack off bread and black apple jelly
Imagine what their surprise will be
when we visit the orange suited nobility!

Manipulate the passport of the royal seal
so’s he can travel with great appeal
Upon the orient express to Siberia
with his good friend Marcus of Liberia
No murders will there be I’m really sure
unless there’s a dark and dastardly cur
Oh dear it’s not the orient express at all
So we’ll need another train for this long haul!

Oh my!
Don’t suppose you can manipulate that
Oh drat!

Word Count: 186

MANIPULATE (transitive verb)

1: to treat or operate with or as if with the hands or by mechanical means especially in a skillful manner
2a : to manage or utilize skillfully
b : to control or play upon by artful, unfair, or insidious means especially to one’s own advantage
3: to change by artful or unfair means so as to serve one’s purpose : to doctor

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Right! (A Nonsense Poem)

Nonsense  Poem

Right!

“Ready!” said the red injun,
Reading from his righteous book::
“Reason being that with raisin bread,
Rye.” the red rainman wryly said:
“Is simply silly and unsuitable!”
Aghast in angst Agnes did reply:
“If right is rigorously to be reaped then
corrections cordially we must coordinate
Alas, my royal red injun friend..
Juicy justice seeks the jury today!
Asking raisins for the rising sun
and rye inside the wiry moon!”

“Hot Hottentots hosted
a cold cod chowder dinner,
And big beginnings were thus being born!
Tho, smelly was the small smorgasburg…
However we of the judicial jury
Rightly write this our ritual writ
Staing that :
Red injuns have no rightful reasons
to wryly deny rye in raisin bread!”
Thus the jury justified its sentence.

“Sensible seemed the jury’s sentence!” the journalist said

And I?

Aye, I hid away the high racks of rye
and raisined bread with good reason
and said:

“Rights? Oh yeah there are rights and rites,
and some are really alright
and sometimes things are just right…
right!”

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Written for Poets on a Page

Poetry Prompt: Write a “just right” poem. Tell us about the perfect place, time, person, pair of jeans or shoes… whatever it is that is “just right” for you.

Word Prompts: Right or Perfect or maybe even Comfortable

Monorhyme Poem Challenge: Harry’s Challenges

Monorhyme Poem

Harry’s Challenges

Ah, the poems that we write
When challenged by Harry, our knight

Poem: The Gaves and The Sempletoff

The Gaves and The Sempletoff

Simly slothy were the Gaves
As they skippity teppeled in the fromth
They glimpt loughing like the straves
Always arguing like rambling gromth!

Outhandish were the Sempletoff
Mothisly moden in keplingler broze!
Fanciful mousical tones of purple noff
Wandershun all the nebal crowds!

The Battle was on, bleached the leachly news
The wimstrels had been thus thymely chosen
On the face-off at the grimbly festival
Within the pranticle fancical mews!

Alas! The Gave rembling in Tozzertof
Broke into the festal parades
Scripitty snippity out jumped security
With their contaginous riotous brigades!

Awax flew the unhandly mousical Gaves
A singing twiddle-diddity debees
Creating in just three outhandish days
A cult of about a zizzillion degrees!

The Sempletoff pushed off in a tuffle
nor never we saw them at the grimbly festival
But in truth no one really cared a puffle
Since the Gaves did a twiffle and a bestival!

My favorite poem…besides, The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost, is Lewis Carroll’s The Jabberwocky…so, for the We Drink Monday Poetry Prompt:

“Emulation. Choose a poet whom you favor and emulate their work, from the style/movement (Romantic/Victorian, Urban, Pastorial, Fireside, Beat, etc.), to the genre, concept, form, and even feeling. Break it down as far as you can; study it and, if you dare, expound on it further with your very own voice.”

I tried to create a nonsense poem following the master’s lead, that speaks of a band “war” and how it came out. What you read above is the result!   Alas…I’m no Carroll…so be kind 😉

JABBERWOCKY

Lewis Carroll
(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought —
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.